In Spare Time

You left me here to wander,
Dreaming of you,
Wishing you were here again.
I never got to know you,
Hell I barely remember your face,
But I still dream of you.
Sometimes I hear your whispers,
Although I truly don't believe,
But something of you remains,
Like you are watching over me.
Each time you've seen my heart break,
Each time I shed a tear,
Something happened, something strange,
Something like you lingered here.
I felt your force around me,
And maybe I spoke throughout your words,
But I wish I could remember,
But I was too young and you too sick.
I pass by your home,
But refuse to step outside,
I just drive past that long yard,
With its blemishes of stones.
Though you are the one to leave here,
I feel like I've missed out,
For I never got to love you,
Like I know we would in my heart.
So now while your spirit lingers,
Send a thought throughout my mind,
Give me a familiar passion,
Send a dream in your spare time.

Reviews

[Stephen]

Ah! So emotional! How true .. how truly you expressed your beautiful sentiments via words into a poetic version. You know what? The toughest part of the writing's how to bleed everything into the words, how to express the emotions, feelings and spiritual touch of the life but here you really done a very great job. You so beautifully defined everything ..visualizing the clear cut view of the few memorable moments of your life of your love...The best part of your writing's you write with the heart and which's what that pulls me again and again reading your stuffs and leave much reviews or my thoughts whatsoever I got from there ... once again you do here a splendid job with the mesmerizing expressions..and you know what? Am sure, today when you still remind your that time, you'd have felt emotions into your heart indeed because yeah, old time especially the beautiful old moments always makes us emotional.. Keep writing, today, i'd love to read your some more work again in a mean while. Keep on!